The music was fast and the dance floor was filled with writhing bodies. Everywhere that you looked there was someone touching, kissing, or actually fucking someone else. I had never seen anything like this and I was very nervous. I sat at the bar meekly praying that no one would come up to me.
I knew that I looked out of place here in my modest black dress. In this club what I thought of as sexy on me made me look like my great aunt Velda. Most of the women wore barely enough clothing to be legal and what they did have on was latex and leather. This was definitely out of my league.
The bartender eyed my near empty glass questioningly and I gratefully passed it to him for a refill. Just then I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to my right and there He stood. He was tall and muscular with black wavy hair that fell just to his chiseled jawline. His eyes were a burnished copper color that were a little shocking to say the least. He was wearing a fitted black turtleneck with dark jeans.
“Are you ready?” he asked me with a slight hint of authority in his voice. I dumbly nodded my head as he took my arm and helped me down off of the stool. He led me through the hedonistic crowd. I felt bare skin against me several times and the mood of the place caused my nipples to harden to the point that they were very visible through the thin material of my dress.
My blonde hair was pulled into a sleek low ponytail that hung to the middle of my back and I was glad that it was not down. Even though it was mid winter the temperature in the club was hot. I felt slightly nauseous as I thought about what was about to happen. I wasn't sure that I could go through with this.
The man leading me took me off of the dance floor and down a long dim corridor that was marked with couples and groups in various stages of undress and sex. Suddenly he pulled me into a dark room and shut the door behind us. My eyes slowly adjusted to the lack of light. There was a very low lamp in one corner of the room that barely illuminated it. In the middle of the room was a huge bed that was fitted with different types of bondage equipment.
There was a table next to the bed with extra rope, 4 sets of handcuffs, a blindfold, a strap on dildo, and a black paddle. Fear and anxiety raced through me and I fought it down. I was here for a reason and I would follow through with it. At the foot of the bed was a chair with leather restraints on the armrests and the front legs.
A door on the other side of the room opened up and I saw a man leading my husband in wearing nothing but his boxers. He had him sit in the chair and fastened the restraints on his wrists and ankles with metallic clicks. I shook my head as if to clear my mind and focus on the task before me. My husband was only slightly taller than myself and was a sparingly built man. He had short brown, hair, brown eyes, and looked like a respected attorney, which he was.
We had decided together to do whatever it took to save our marriage and I was willing to do this for him. I took a deep breath and assumed my role.
A pretty young Asian girl came in and knelt in front of my husband. She looked up at him her bare breasts pressing into his legs. She reached her hand into the opening of his underwear and pulled out his semi hard cock. It stood up through the fly of his shorts and she slowly stroked it a couple of times, as if readying it, and then walked out of the room.
The man beside me led me over to the bed and I realized that he was to be my partner in this. With one last steadying breath I was ready.
“John, look at you. You're all tied up with your nasty little cock sticking up. Well, let's see if we can make it a little bit harder. How would you like to watch me fuck him?” I purred to him in a sexy voice referring to the man with me.
